Living in the real world requires lots of imagination.

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Fact. I am not rich. Fact. I can't go on a cruise to the Bahamas. Fact. I can sit on my front porch and watch the traffic. Fact. I can buy beer and drink it while watching the traffic. I don't live in a city that lies by the sea. I live in a house that faces 6 lanes of constant traffic. The sounds of cars, trucks, SUVs and buses create a sound that is somewhat similar to the rushing waves of the ocean but not exactly. I have to use my imagination to step outside of my limited world of cars, trucks, buses, and humidity and heat along with the 24/7 traffic noise. I have to use an air conditioner in order not to get heat stroke. I only get to travel the world using my computer and that program called Google Earth. That's what I do. It's impossible to travel to the stars so I also have to watch YouTube videos about space and the planets just to manage. If I was living in a small 8X10 cell like some of my friends have done and some who still do, I would imagine they have to manage ways to escape at least in their minds, to keep from going crazy. Fantasy only works so long. Eventually we all need a break from the limits of our environment. Some have to spend 8 to 10 hours a day in a cubicle, or on an assembly line. I know how that feels. I did that kind of thing before. I also have walked on the beach of the Eastern shores of Wisconsin for one evening looking at the waves coming in from across Lake Michigan, but then I was back on the road looking mostly at the back end of 18 wheelers. I get to hear the stories of other people's travels on cruise ships, traveling to places that are thousands of miles away, spending an average of 500 dollars or 1000 a day just to have a good time. I wonder what it would be like to just spend a week like that. The times I spent traveling on the road were in the front seat of an old 1961 Plymouth, drinking warm cola, listening to the sounds of radio music from a Radio Shack cassette player or an AM/FM car radio. I could stop to get out and stretch along the highway at times and look into the vast distance of flat lands along 287 north in the panhandle of Texas and see the beginnings of mesas and thunder clouds. But it was so tiresome. I wonder if anyone ever feels like they got their money's worth after spending like, 5,000 dollars to go to New Zealand or any place like that and after spending hours on a jet plane, getting fatigued from the flying, or driving an SUV for days and days along the main highways and byways of America, do they feel like they had such a great time? I bet some people do like to travel and spend all that money. I can think of places right in Texas that could be driven to that would be fun but I still don't do that because reality check... I have to spend my money on utilities, groceries and seldom get anything left over to save. So for me, if I didn't have an imagination, I would be feeling a bit stuck, a bit like a caged monkey. Do you understand where I am coming from?